Finding Your Aladdin

Tattooed Attitude

Do you know that feeling when you just know that something bad is going to happen and no matter what you do you can't get out of it?

Well you might as well join the club.

After having to repeatedly apologise to Bamb- Jacob and his family and the school caretaker for littering the school, I could honestly say that the first day of school was just amazing.

I'm lying.

Duh.

By the time Principle Rodgers finally let me go with a detention and after school service for a week, I had already missed my first class and Jacob had ended up in the hospital.

I walk towards the water fountain just outside the corridor and stand there. There's only a few minutes left for the period to end. What's the point in going to class now?

"Umm excuse me? You're blocking my way."

I turn around to face the American accent holder and am met with the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life.

I don't realise I'm starting until the owner of the eyes cough and I'm snapped backed to reality.

"Err, yeah. Sorry about that," I say and slide sideways.

"That's alright," says the guy, scratching the back of his blonde head awkwardly.

He leans forward to have a drink and that's when I notice the tattoo on the nape of his neck.

"Jamaican Warriors?" I read out slowly.

He stops drinking and quickly pulls his collar up, covering the tattoo. His previously friendly face is clouded suddenly and I start feeling a bit nervous.

In one quick move he grabs my collar and pushes me up against the wall and I wince at the pain.

Unlike other schools, ours prefers not to use security cameras. Apparently it's to show that the school has faith in its pupils. I just think they're strapped for cash.

Even though we pay them over two hundred pounds a month.

Why am I explaining my school's security system, you ask? Well, simply put, if the all-american-psycho decides to lock me up in a locker or in the caretaker's closet, there'd be no proof he did it.

He puts is lips right next to my ear and I blush at the proximity.

"You didn't see anything," he snarls softly, "Clear?"

I'm so flushed all I can do is nod.

He seems to be satisfied with that answer, because he lets go of my collar and saunters off without a second glance.

I stand there rubbing my neck and staring as the bell rings and everyone starts pouring out of the classes.

And that's when I realise that I've lost him, lost him in the crowd.

"Jas! Where were you? Did Rodgers have it in for you?"

A worried Liv brings me back to earth.

I've got to stop drifting off, I think to myself and frown.

"No, Liv, he just gave me a detention and I have to do cleaning stuff for the rest of the week."

"Oh."

Oh indeed.

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Eh not much of a chapter, I know, but I'm a bit stuck on ideas at the moment. I'll think of something soon.

As a way of saying sorry for the late upload, I've decided to upload this one day earlier (pathetic, I know) but hope you like it!

Ammie xxx

N/U ~ Friday